The Magnus Archives - MAG 151 - Big Picture

Episode Date: August 29, 2019

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Thank you all. We really appreciate your support. If you'd like to join them, go to www.patreon.com forward slash Rusty Quill and take a look at our rewards. The Magnus Archives Episode 151 Big Picture ¶¶ Oh, hello. Hello. Hmm. Hmm. Hmm? Excuse me, sir.

Sorry, you can't actually be here. Oh, not to worry. I seem to be doing all right so far. No, I mean, this area is actually off limits to the public, so... And quite right, too. Goodness. The things they could learn here. Turn your hair white, eh?

Best to keep them out, I say. Who are you? Did Peter send you? You must be Martin. Goodness. He was not exaggerating. What's that supposed to mean? Oh, come now.

Don't be like that. Let's start over. Simon. Simon Fairchild. Peter asked me to look in on you and have a small chat. Well, a big chat, really. Answer all those nagging questions. Simon Fairchild?

Wait, Simon Fairchild as in... As in all those people who said I did horrible things to them and their loved ones? Yes. They have been in, haven't they? I'd hate to think I'm underrepresented in here. Not when Peter tells me that that Bone fellow has at least half a dozen. No, no. Not at all. You've sent plenty of people our way. Brilliant. So, shall we get started?

Sorry, I'm still not entirely clear what's going on. What are you doing here? I see. I suppose it was a bit much to expect on. What are you doing here? I see. I suppose it was a bit much to expect him to have filled you in on everything already. I mean, in many ways, that's the point. Right. So, you've been working with Peter for a while now, correct? Sure. And he's been promising you answers to all those difficult questions.

I mean, sort of. Well, that's me. What? Yes, well, you have to understand how it is with Peter. He finds talking to people directly very difficult. Especially explaining the more, um, esoteric side of things. Charming chap, I'm sure you'll agree. Absolutely lovely. But even if you can convince him to actually give you a straight answer,

he's just not that good at actually putting these things into words. Something to do with his upbringing, I think. I'm pretty sure he was homeschooled, you know. So what? He sends you to answer questions because he doesn't want to? Precisely. And you do it? Why? Is that your first question? Is there a limit?

Only until I get bored. And that does tend to come more quickly these days. OK, OK, then, sure, sure. First question, then. Why are you helping Peter? Don't you serve different, you know, fears? Well, now... See, that's actually two questions.

The answer to the first is simple. I lost a bet. And this is how the good captain chooses to use that. The second is... sort of? I mean, yes, if you want to get technical, he serves the one alone and I serve the falling titan, but those two are a lot closer than you might imagine.

After all, the larger the space you find yourself alone in, the more isolated you feel. And being aware of how lonely you are can make anywhere feel more empty. Exactly. I've actually been toying with the idea of trying to do something with the scale of humanity itself. You know, emphasise all that overpopulation nonsense, but honestly it just doesn't ring true for me. We're all just so tiny and pointless, you see. It's hard to really get past it. Also,

I worry it might be straying into territory that emboldens our potential new rival. The extinction? The very same. Peter said you'd have a lot of questions about that one. I do. How are new powers born? Don't know.

How soon could it attempt its ritual? No clue. How do we stop it? Can't help you. Could you at least try? No, no, no. You're right, of course. The thing you have to remember is that no one actually knows how these things work. Not really.

There's always been plenty of theories, of course, and over a century or two you do start to get an intuitive feel for it. But there's really no hard and fast rules. The powers or entities or fears or whatever you want to call them are bound up in emotion, in feeling. How they exist, what they can do, how they interact with the world, it all makes about as much logical sense as a nightmare. Which is to say, there is a certain sort of emotional logic to it all. Things feel like

they flow together in a way that makes sense. But if you try to stop and do the maths, then it all comes apart, at least in my experience. When is a new power born? Well, when does it feel like its birth would be right? When enough creatures suffer a terror of it that feels distinct, that feels truly its own, then it would probably feel right for it to emerge into its own. Or perhaps there's a ritual. If it feels right to enact some sort of birthing ceremony, some apocalyptic midwifery. And how close is it, do you think? Hard to be sure. Peter thinks very close indeed, what with all the current hubbub. I'm inclined to agree. You don't sound worried.

That's because we disagree on exactly how bad it will be. Peter seems convinced that the extinction is different, that its actual birth will be as bad or worse as another power fully manifesting. He believes its advent will be heralded by all sorts of disasters and catastrophes, and global upheavals, and whatnot, that kind of thing. Sounds like a rich feeding ground. Well, exactly. Peter, however, seems to think that it will upset the balance that we all have an awful lot invested in. And he's not at all certain the world as we understand will come out the other side. And let me guess, you think he can't see the big picture? I see why he likes you. It's all a matter of perspective, you see.

My patron has gifted me with, quite frankly, an absurdly long life. An appropriate gift, and one that serves to provide a certain distance from things. Of course, a paltry few centuries is nothing, really, but it's more than most get. And even in that brief time, I've seen all sorts of ebbs and flows to the balance of things. Do you know when the last ritual I attempted was? I don't know. That space station? Oh, goodness, no. That's the future, my boy. But no. It was 1853. The height of the aquarium mania.

All over the Empire, people were starting to understand the depths of the terrible unknown below the ocean. And I thought that was a rich vein to be tapped. Even bothered old Hawley into helping me design a special diving bell for the ritual. I called it the Awful Deep, and between you and me I was rather proud of myself. So why didn't it work? Because it wasn't a very good idea. The fear wasn't out there, not like I hoped it was. It all sort of fizzled. Also, a hunter broke in and destroyed the mechanism, sent me and all my sacrifices plummeting to the bottom of the ocean.

I don't see your point. My point is... You know, I've quite forgotten. I've just not been doing much recently. It's not a good time for perspective, you see. The world all feels too small these days. I used to do a lot with religion, but it's just not got the same conceptual scope as it used to.

Honestly, I'm pinning most of my long-term hopes on space, but that's at least a hundred years away. Assuming the extinction doesn't derail everything. Which is why I'm happy helping Peter. But if it does, then I'll either be dead, which would be fine, or I'll adjust. It doesn't scare you? Martin, taken on a cosmic scale, we've never even been alive. Not in any way that might register. I mean, if this dreadful little planet had a fractionally different orbit and life had never even started here, then ultimately nothing of any real importance would have changed.

I think our experience of the universe has value. Even if it disappears forever. What a lonely way to look at things. Which makes sense, I suppose. So what do you do, then, if the world is pointless and your god is so weak right now? I have a good time, and do my best to avoid the drama. It's all been getting a bit much over the last few decades. I blame the number of people. From a raw numbers point of view, it's getting very busy. More minds equals more fear, after all. I thought you said that the maths doesn't work. Oh, you are a quick one. So maybe I'm wrong. But crucially, I suspect a lot of the other

servants and creatures out there have a similar idea. Probably why they're all in such a rush to make their own attempts. You make it sound like the... the entities don't even know what they're doing. I have no idea if they're doing anything at all. If they're even capable of doing things. I know that most of their servants are simply doing their best to interpret and serve something that is almost definitively inconceivable. You can't be serious. All right. simply doing their best to interpret and serve something that is almost definitively inconceivable.

You can't be serious! All right. Let's try one of those analogies Peter finds so annoying. Erm... Imagine you are deaf, but every night you hear the most beautiful music in your dreams, and your every waking thought is consumed by trying to reproduce that music. Oh, you're mute as well, in this analogy. Or at least you can't sing. And you need to invent the idea of a musical instrument from scratch.

Everyone else is also deaf and mute, and... Yes, yes, I think I get it. Yes, well, the point is, most of us are trying so desperately to recreate our own dream symphony that we bring an awful lot of our own baggage into the mix. What about the monsters? What monsters? Things like my... Erm, the distortion.

I thought they were part of the entities themselves, extensions. Surely they know what's going on. Honestly, I think they have it a lot worse than we do. Imagine being a hand that can conceive of itself, having impulses shot through you, being moved and clenched by some unseen mind, but never knowing the reasoning behind your own actions, or even if you're just some thoughtless reflex. Sounds horrid. So if no one's ever actually communicated with their patron, how do you know they even want rituals? How does anyone know if they could ever even work?

We don't. And honestly, the idea that this is all some grand cosmic joke, thousands of us running around spreading horror and sabotaging each other pointlessly while these impossible, unknowable things just lurk out there, feeding off the misery we cause. I find that interpretation quite appealing. But? I still hear the music in my dreams. Who are you? No, no. Who were you?

Originally? No one you would have heard of. No great historical figure or atrocity monger. I've been Simon Fairchild about 80 or 90 years, maybe. For business purposes, mainly. By which I mean I was bored of not being wealthy. So I made some arrangements and sent Mr Fairchild on a very long fall. I could go into details, but without a certain amount of knowledge of 1930s tax practices, it wouldn't mean very much to you.

And how did you get started with it all? Did you just look up at the sky one day and fall head over heels in love? Sort of, actually. Except it wasn't the actual sky, it was a painting. I was apprenticed, you see, under Tintoretto. Dreadful man, but a decent artist. He was fascinated, you see, with the human figure. He found most of the rest of the work dreadfully dull,

so he'd always delegate a lot of it to us. He had a particular distaste for painting the sky, and I was always the one he called on to do them. Days, weeks I would spend focusing so intently on these patches of clear sky or swirling cloud at the top of his latest self-proclaimed masterpiece, and gradually it sort of drew me in, until it seemed to dwarf the rest of the work. Every stroke of the brush felt larger than my entire existence. And when I finally lost my footing, well... I should, of course, have fallen to the floor of the church, broken my neck,

but that blue painted sky welcomed me with open arms. And I never looked back. I tried to share it with others, not just as sacrifices, but they often find it difficult to keep up with the, um, velocity I tend to live at. but they often find it difficult to keep up with the velocity I tend to live at. They tend to get left behind, and I suppose it doesn't help that I can't bring myself to see any of them as anything other than trivial. No wonder I'm so sympathetic to the lonely.

You know, this really is a place for self-discovery, isn't it? Statement ends, I suppose. I'm sorry? Oh, nothing. Just my own hubris. I should have known. When I came here, I said to myself,

Simon, I said, you're going to answer this young man's questions, but you're not going to give the Watcher a statement. You're better than that. But it's a hard one to resist, isn't it? You get in the flow

of talking about yourself and it all just tumbles out. It does seem like it. Well, this has been fun. Now, if we're about done... We're not. Sit back down. Bold. I like it. You said you were here to answer my questions for Peter, but so far you've told me basically nothing of any use. The big answers are rarely helpful. Then let's try some smaller ones. Is Peter attempting a ritual? Not in the sense that you're used to.

Him and his family made their play a few years ago and they failed. I'm sure he'd like me to explain it, but I think he can do that one himself. How honest has he been with me? About which part? Protecting the others. I think he tried. I suspect he may have slightly exaggerated his abilities when you first made the deal, but he's certainly expended a reasonable amount of influence and resources to follow through.

But that was never the end game, was it? He just wanted me onside long enough to rope me into his plans for the extinction. Do you really need me to answer that one? Fine. So why me? What's his plan? Why not get the others involved? He is what he is, Martin. For a creature of the lonely, the urge is always to isolate,

never to communicate or connect. I suspect that's why he's so keen on wagers. It allows him a framework for cooperation that doesn't risk any sort of intimacy. As for his plan... I don't know the details. But I believe there's something in the Institute that he thinks can help his cause. And he needs me to use it? Presumably.

From what he said, it must be powerfully aligned to the Watcher. If he wishes to use it, it would need someone already touched by the eye. And if he wants to control that someone... They need to serve the lonely. Quite right. Anything else?

How do you feel about this? You might need to be a tad more specific. All of it? Peter's plan, the extinction, me? I think... I think Peter is taking a rather large but calculated gamble. Not just on you, but on a lot of things. If it works, he'll be in a very strong position.

And if he fails, it won't be all that bad. You don't think it'll be the end of the world? Oh, it very well might be, but life has continued through dozens of apocalypses already. Ice ages, pandemics, calamities, extinctions. The only reason this one feels special is because, well, it's happening to you. And that's the sort of solipsism that tends to come with loneliness, in my experience.

So my feeling is that I'll help out where I can, but ultimately, if this Armageddon comes off, then so be it. Either billions suffer and life goes on, or billions suffer and life doesn't. In the grand scheme of things, it's all much of a muchness. Right. Sorry. Too big picture? I get that a lot. No, it's... Thank you. This has... actually been quite helpful. you. This has... actually been quite helpful. I'd say any time, but honestly, if you see me again, I may just throw you off something for a joke. How do you feel about roller coasters? Er, neutral. Oh, you're no fun.

Who was that? Basira, please, I don't have time for this. Oh, no, you don't. Basira, let go. I don't think so. Three weeks I've been waiting to catch sight of you, and now I find you chatting with Simon Fairchild. No, you're not pulling your little vanishing act on me. How did you know about...

Yeah, John's not the only one who listens to statements. It's none of your business. No. Because it seems to me like you're panning around with two very dangerous people right around the time you're cutting all of us out. That makes me worried. Makes me suspicious. Tell me I'm wrong.

You're wrong. So what's going on then? Talk to me. It're wrong. So what's going on then? Talk to me. It's complicated. What? They're just here out of the goodness of their hearts. Helping you save the world from extinction. You know about that? Yeah, John found the tapes you made for him.

Shh, shh, shh. Found a stash of them a while ago. I made sure he shared with the class Well, there you go then John may be going through a whole we-have-to-trust-Martin thing, but I'm not As far as I can see, you're either compromised or you're being played

and I want to know which I didn't know John had listened to them already Well, he has He seems to think you'll come to him when you need him I think you're feeding him what he needs to hear so he doesn't bother you. Look, I don't have time for this. I don't like that I have to work with Peter any more than you do,

and I didn't know that Simon was involved until today. But I would hope that you and John understood the importance of preventing an apocalypse. I guess I'm just a bit burned out on the end of the world. Yeah, well, that's your problem. And if you really think this whole extinction thing is it, why not come to us for help? I can't. Peter's the one with the plan, and it needs me to be alone. And you don't see anything suspicious about that?

Of course I do, but it might be the only way, and so far at least he's been honest with me. Awful, but honest. I need to do this. For everyone. You're not expecting to come out of this, are you? I'll do what I have to. If I'm right, no one else needs to get hurt. Okay. You want to do whatever grand sacrifice you think is going to save everyone, go ahead.

But you'd best be sure you're not just playing their game. I know what I'm doing. We'll see. Don't make me regret this. Yeah. Don't make me regret this Yeah Don't tell John Please Fine I can't promise he won't just know it though How is he?

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